We’re young and grown

[Verse 1] Brooklyn rooftops, neon ice Coming‑of‑age stamped on our wrists Glasses clink and the dancefloor splices We move with the city’s syncopated twists Uber waits by the open door Selfies, laughter, the Hudson’s flame One look between us burns to the core And the world re‑wires itself to our name [Pre‑Chorus] We’re the generation—roads and nights Between the deadlines, share the heights My heart “likes” every subtle cue— Say “yes,” and all will follow through [Chorus] We’re young and grown—this is our hour Love and sex by mutual power No games, no drama—honest touch Two yeses build a bridge as such Under US skies, from coast to stars We choose our freedom’s gentle spark Love and sex—when “we” is heard Each “yes” rings deep in every word [Verse 2] LA rustles down the lanes Palms keep time with the sinking light Surfers sun their salted dreams We dance on asphalt, holding tight Silver Lake in half‑tone laughs Vinyl crackles, clean as wine We’re sober‑spontaneous on our paths With words that draw our caring lines [Pre‑Chorus] A whispered “okay”—green signal bright Our hands find just the perfect light We never rush the clock or night— Our pulses sync in steady time [Chorus] We’re young and grown—this is our hour Love and sex by mutual power No games, no drama—honest touch Two yeses build a bridge as such Under US skies, from coast to stars We choose our freedom’s tender spark Love and sex—when “we” is heard Each “yes” rings deep in every word [Bridge] Between the feeds and window‑glow We hear ourselves—the drive we know Respect’s the rhythm, safety’s beat Honesty—bass beneath our feet If “no,” that’s final—no debate If “yes,” it’s air our bodies take We’re young, but choosing like the wise— A long warm night, like aftertaste [Final Chorus] We’re young and grown—this is our hour Love and sex by mutual power No games, no drama—honest touch Two yeses clear the bridge of clutch From New York down to Gulf‑blue shores Our words and bodies speak untorn Love and sex—the music “we,” Where every “yes” rings honestly [Outro] The city hums—we’re quiet, two In storefront light we walk on through We’re young and grown—here’s our intend Freedom is choice—and choice is light, my friend